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indecisive, a light hazel of varying blues and ambers that never seems to fav...
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my hair is the only thing about me that’s per...
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Your brain is your best weapon.
summarize years of knowledge into fifteen harried minutes,
“Be observant. Quiet is fine, but make sure you notice everything and everyone around you to your advantage. You’ve read the Codex?”
riders have trouble obeying rules.
There are never enough dragons willing to bond,
It’s an executable offense to attack any cadet while sleeping.
“Yes, but that doesn’t mean you’re safe at night. Sleep in this if you can.” She taps the stomach of my corset.
Wear the armor at all times.
Keep your daggers on you at all times.”
inside the main gate to the fortress. Instructors, commanders, and even our mother are gathered informally, waiting for the madness outside the walls to become the order within. Out of all the doors in the war college, the main gate is the only one no cadet will enter today, since each quadrant has its own entrance and facilities.
“So I’m free to take any of the first-years I want to bed,” I say with a little grin. “Just not the second- or third-years.”
Navarre’s six provinces
Some volunteer. Some are sentenced as punishment.
The main college is built into the side of Basgiath Mountain, as if it was cleaved from a ridgeline of the peak itself. The sprawling, formidable structure towers over the crowd of anxious, waiting candidates and their tearful families, with its stories-tall stone battlements—built to protect the high rise of the keep within—and defensive turrets at each of its corners, one of which houses the bells.
don’t seek friendships in there, Violet. Forge alliances.”
The only relics I’ve ever heard of are when a dragon uses magic to mark the skin of their bonded rider. But those relics are a symbol of honor and power and generally in the shape of the dragon who gifted them.
Dragon relics are tattoo-like images that dragons administer. They are a show of power that is seen in both positive and negative contexts; they are given to riders as a symbol of their bond with their dragon
feel more like a warning than a claiming. “A dragon did that?”
“Mom says General Melgren’s dragon did it to all of them when he executed their...
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“Most of the marked kids who carry rebellion relics are from Tyrrendor,
“All the children of the leaders were conscripted as punishment for their parents’ crimes,”
a scribe I do, and Captain Fitzgibbons’s
He’s tall, with windblown black hair and dark brows. The line of his jaw is strong and covered by warm tawny skin and dark stubble, and when he folds his arms across his torso, the muscles in his chest and arms ripple, moving in a way that makes me swallow. And his eyes… His eyes are the shade of gold-flecked onyx. The contrast is startling, jaw-dropping even—everything about him is. His features are so harsh that they look carved, and yet they’re astonishingly perfect, like an artist worked a lifetime sculpting him, and at least a year of that was spent on his mouth.
Fen Riorson’s son,”
“Your mother captured my father and oversaw his execution.”
“Your father killed my older brother. Seems like we’re even.”
There’s a misconception that it’s kill or be killed in the Riders Quadrant. Riders, as a whole, aren’t out to assassinate other cadets…unless there’s a shortage of dragons that year or a cadet is a liability to their wing. Then things may get…interesting. —Major Afendra’s Guide to the Riders Quadrant (Unauthorized Edition)
“Jack Barlowe,”